Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Stepbrother: Kabanata 281 - Kabanata 290

We entered through the back door, coming into the house after the whole day outside.The warmth of the house and the familiar smell surrounded me as I stood in the kitchen and felt it close around me again. It felt different after the garden. The house seemed smaller, more contained, and more entirely ours.He closed the door behind us and looked at me standing there.I was warm from the day, with my hair damp from the outdoor shower and the sun. I had no makeup on and was wearing his shirt from this morning.I looked at him. The outdoor version of him was still slightly visible, and he looked looser than usual."Hungry?" he asked.I thought for a moment. "Not really."He nodded and did not move toward the stove.We looked at each other in the kitchen."His room?" I asked."Yeah," he said.We climbed the stairs with his hand in mine.I looked at the specific stair as we passed, and his mouth did the thing.I laughed quietly, and he squeezed my hand.We reached his room and his door, a

I reached between us and freed his dick from his boxers, wrapping my hand around his length. He was thick and hot in my palm, the skin stretched smooth and taut, the head already slick and shiny with his arousal.A bead of clear fluid gathered at the slit. I let my thumb roam over it, spreading the wetness down the underside in a slow stroke from base to tip."Ugrrhhhh... fuck—" He made a low sound against my throat, with his hips twitching into my touch as I worked him with the same patience he had shown me, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, feeling how the precum kept welling until my fingers were slippery with it.When I guided him to my entrance, he pushed inside with that same careful patience. The blunt head parted my folds, then pressed deeper. The stretch of him was thick and perfect, filling me inch by inch. I felt every ridge, every vein, the way my walls had to open around the heavy girth until he was seated fully, the base of him flush against

In one smooth motion, he flipped me onto my stomach again. I felt the blunt head drag through the mess between my legs, smearing everything wetter, then he pushed back inside in one long, deep thrust that forced a broken moan out of me and into the pillow.He leaned in and covered me with his body, chest to my back, and started pounding me deep into the mattress. It was so fucking deep and so hard. The wet slap of our bodies filled the room. Every thrust pushed more slick out of me, soaking the sheets and running down my thighs in warm trails.I could feel how open I was, how easily he slid in and out now that I was thoroughly used, dripping, and soft for him.His hand slid under me, found my swollen clit, and rubbed in tight, filthy circles while he kept driving into me from behind.I moaned into the pillow and pushed my hips back to meet every thrust, chasing the dual pressure.The sounds got louder, wetter, and filthier. My pussy clenched around him, greedy and messy, trying to pul

I got myself back and started moving. My tongue swirled, tasting the fresh bead of pre-cum that made a pool there.Then down again, hard and fast, taking him to the root.I forced him past the limit this time and warm saliva ran down my chin, coating his shaft and my fist. I made my cheeks hollow and sucked, creating a tight vacuum that made his whole body tense.My tongue worked the underside on every withdrawal, pressing, tracing the thick vein that pulsed against it. When I drove deep again I pushed him in so much that I gagged, and that made his cock twitch hard against the back of my throat.He rested his palm on my head and I felt him thicken inside me. I felt the change, muscles locking under the skin, the way his breath stuttered, and the rigid line of his abs when my free hand skimmed up.His hand tangled in my hair, not pulling—not in any way, just gripping like he needed the anchor."Fuck—" he choked very. "God. That's so fucking.... fuck—"His hips rose to meet me, with sh

He kept fucking me on my side on the ruined rug, his fingers working my clit in tight, relentless circles that never stopped.Every deep stroke forced more slick out around his cock in warm, heavy rushes that ran down over his balls and soaked deeper into the fabric beneath us. My pussy kept making all sorts of wet sounds, the kind that only happen when a pussy's been drilled for hours and still cannot stop leaking, still cannot stop offering more of itself.My body had been climbing for so long that the pressure felt unbearable, like something inside me was about to split open from the sheer weight of it.My pussy clenched around him in hard, helpless spasms, trying to pull him deeper, trying to make him finish with me, trying to drag us both over the edge we had been denying since morning.He felt every flutter. His breath was rough against the back of my neck, hot and uneven.“You are close,” he muttered, his voice low and wrecked.“Don't stop,” I managed to whisper, the words brea